Novelas y relatos de Vương Miện Viridescent

“Mauve, listen to me. This isn’t about money. You’re not in danger. Not from us.” “Then what is it? Why tie me up? My family doesn’t have anything you’d want.” Nicholas leaned forward, his gaze locking hers. “Mauve Harrison. You are the next ruler of Elite, the parallel dimension to Earth. I, Nicholas Clarke, will serve as your Eliot. Sephie Scott is your Astral. Our duty is to escort you to Elite, where you will claim your throne.” The words hung heavy in the air. And then Mauve laughed. Sharp, disbelieving, almost hysterical. “That’s the best excuse you could come up with? Ruler of a parallel world? Do you think I’m twelve?”

Draven stepped behind her silently. The air practically crackled when he moved. The hybrid had the magic of four different bloodlines racing through his veins: dragon, wolf, vampire, and wizard. It was no wonder older Arcanists warned students about rubbing shoulders with the Interregnum breeding program. But Draven was here to help us stop them. I descended the last step of the staircase. The relic chamber yawned open beneath our feet like some gaping maw. The ceiling towered overhead inside the circular chamber. Pillars of ancient stone reinforced the roof, runic elemental symbols burning brightly along their sides, supporting the university building above us. In the center of the room sat

I jerked my hand back. Across the surface, words bloomed in pale silver script—as if written from inside the mirror itself. Don’t trust the servant. My pulse stuttered. “Elias?” I whispered. “What are you—” The letters vanished. The glass cleared. My reflection looked back at me, wide-eyed and alone. Then, faintly, from somewhere deep in the castle, the violin began to play again. And underneath the music, almost lost to it, another voice whispered: “He’s already chosen you.”

High cheekbones, a strong jawline framed by tousled dark hair, and lips curved in a seductive smirk that promised dark pleasures. He was the epitome of vampire charm, tall and leanly muscled, exuding raw, magnetic sex appeal that made my pulse quicken. Opening the box, there was a blood-red trailing gown, the chest adorned with glowing dark crimson gems. I'd never seen such a stunning dress; I was mesmerized. "Miss Rowena, this is hand-stitched by our vampire clan's finest tailors. The blood gems are blessings from our people." Thorne looked at me with deliberate distance, as if he wasn't the one about to mate with me.

PRESENT * Wylder felt the ground shake. He wondered whether this was an earthquake or a landslide. But not once did his eyes leave the doll under him. Without Night and his wizard’s power, he couldn’t sense what exactly was happening to her, but the way her eyes were glowing, he could tell that it wasn’t her wolf. Because her hazel eyes were glowing like light. Hazel eyes often appeared to shift in color from brown to green. Although Hazel mostly consists of brown and green, the dominant color in her eye was green compared to brown or gold.

It was a green wolf head howling with what looked like water splashing up behind it. “Isn’t that just fitting.” I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. I reached out to softly touch it and when our skin made contact, sparks traveled up my arm straight threw the rest of my body. I felt a slight pinching feeling where my mark was, I immediately rubbed and noticed that something didn’t feel right. I ran over to the mirror in the bathroom and pull the collar of shirt over so I could clearly see my mark. My shape was the same as his but my color was more purple. I guess that made sense too since in the old days, the color purple signified royalty. I was still admiring my mark when Koa started jump

Silence. "Permission to speak, Sir," a woman's clear voice cut through the silence like a hot knife on butter. Every head turned to the source. Resmeia, King Trevino's favorite Trevian, raised her gaze and met the King's victorious smirk, calm and steady. Some of the eyes turned to the King's consort and saw her eyes turn deep black at the sight of her. Resmeia may lack crystal formation in her body, a tell-tale sign of a weak constitution, but her face was as perfect as possible. Having fewer crystals covering her petite form made her seem more appealing to the eyes. The image of her-- softer, smaller, leaner than the average Welkin woman-- was making a fool out of every man in the room.

"You forget the necklace that Amir gave me? " "You have plenty of necklaces, Princess. I. Don't know which necklace Prince Amir gave you you want me to get for you." "The necklace he gave me before I was born." "I'm sorry, Princess. Which one is it? It's been a long time." "Who are you?" I wrapped my hand around her neck, and fear showed in her eyes, but he was quick to hide it, maybe because of your power. Perhaps it affects your memories. "Princess, I'm Mira. What's wrong? Why you didn't recognize me?"Maybe because of your power. Perhaps it affects your mind. "

“We were given knowledge by our divine Goddess. You, Mi Rey, are different. I do not know all, but I swear on you that you are the king who has the very blood of the three goddesses running through your veins, more than any king before you have. “The three goddesses? This sounds like a fucking fairytale.” I snarl. “It is the truth, Mi Rey. You are special, known as El de ahora y para siempre Rey Carmesí. The blood of Goddess Hecate and the Shamed Goddess Circe is strongest within you, since Roja herself. Something that has made those who wish to bring down this very barrier want to destroy you. And you see, Mi Rey, you have a weakness. Your love for La Reina Asheton knows no bounds, and this

This one was ten times more intricate, making it a little harder for me to escape. Rolling his sleeves up, his forearms revealed ink that I had never seen before. While almost every inch of his arms had been covered with markings -on one arm, my eyes focused on a single rose with a serpent wrapped around it. Switching my gaze to his other arm, there was a dagger that pierced through the exact flower. Right below it, were the words: Like madness is the glory of this life. The quick movements of his hands had me mesmerized as he so gracefully looped the material up my arms.